Wednesday, August 27, 2014

My AMAZING Speech! (that won!!!!!!!!!!!)

Mia’s AMAZING Speech:

Old Wives Tales-Are They True?

“Darling, please eat the crusts off your sandwich”
“But Mum, I DON’T WANT TO!”
“It will make your hair grow curly…”
This is an example of an ‘Old Wives Tale’.
Old wives tales are little sentences or stories that adults tell us to encourage or discourage us from doing things.
What is you watch too much television or you sit too close to it? Will you get square eyes? Do my eyes look square to you?! Most of us know a TV or phone addict and if you look at their eyes, I bet you 100% that they won’t be square. And how could the visual ‘colour’ rays of a television possibly form, shape and mould your eyes to the shape of the TV’s border?! I’d have to say that’s impossible and so would everyone else who knows SOMETHING about science!
What about when you swallow gum it will stay in your stomach for 7 years? If your stomach acid can dissolve a solid razor blade in 2 hours or so, why should it take 61,320 hours to dissolve a squishy piece of gum?!
Now carrots, those simple, bright orange vegetables that bunnies and rabbits eat, can help you see in the dark. Personally, carrots have been my favourite veggie ever since I could talk and they have been one of the main foods in my everyday diet but when i wake up in the middle of the night, i still get freaked out because i can’t see a darn thing! Carrots may have some sort of chemical (that I’ve never heard of) that might help you see better but from my experience they definitely don’t let you be able to see in the dark! But one thing i do know is that if you eat 5 carrots a day or 140 carrots a month, your skin will turn slightly orange but thats a different story…
You may think that milk makes mucus or ‘snot’, as we know it especially if you had a cold.
My mum and i recently found out that this is untrue, from my scientist like doctor. When my mum asked if this was true, she replied: “No, this is FALSE! If you eat or drink any dairy products, your body won’t make mucus for there is no horrible bacteria to create it. I refer to my calculations…” and she slowly trailed off.
So there you have it.
Most wives tales are FALSE (!), as my doctor would say and they all have scientific information to prove it.
And if you don’t believe me, drink milk if you have a cold or eat lots of carrots and go into a dark room and see if you can see, but I wouldn't take the risk of walking into a wall...

By Mia:)

Thursday, August 21, 2014

My Pup, Milo

My Pup, Milo

Something fluffy rubs against my leg.
It's just Milo, my puppy who looks like a new-born lamb.
He gives me faith but when I look into his pure, brown eyes, I see fear and discomfort.
That sends a shiver down my spine.

The master shepherd strolls towards me.
I spin away, trying not to make eye-contact. But I can't help it.
He has that same smug grin on his pruned face.
Suddenly, it hits me.
He's going to try and take Milo away, again!

"That dog of yours, ready for sale yet?", he screeches in his croaky voice.


He hesitates.
"I'll by him off you for $200"

Milo wriggles in my arms.

"You'll have to give him to me or..."

The hunched man snatches the pup away from me. He shoves him in his flour sack and runs off.
Sweat and tears dribbling all over my face, I sprint after him with pain anger swirling in my system.
I finally catch up to him but he suddenly stops and spins around.

"If you come any closer, I'll kill the damn dog!"

I knew he wouldn't if he begged for him so much.

"You wouldn't dare to"

"Who said so? I never keep my word!"

"So you would never kill milo"

"Givin' me lip, are ya?!"

I shuffle forwards, then backwards, then forwards again, unsure of what he'd do.
He gestgures the sack towards a sharp, nearby rock, threatning me.

That's when I do it, the loudest thing I'd ever do.
I scream my lungs out.
The old my cuffs his ears, dropping his sack. He starts howling with pain then shuffles off.
I cripple to the sack, desperate for a sign of life.
I draw the pup out, who's all covered in flour.
He shakes up and down, trying to get rid off all the white powder. But instead of shaking it on the ground, he pours it all over me.

Milo kisses me with happiness to still be alive and to still be mine.
Or just to lick the flour off my face...